Hold on, HOLD the FUCK on. The affection bonk is the tism?!!?!!?!?!! I'm not alone??????!?

Setting boundaries with him, and with yourself, to ensure you have an out if he's being hurtful is super important. If you just accept the comments he'll have no reason to stop, especially if the behavior you exhibit afterwards is beneficial to him. An example would be: let him know that when he says hurtful things to you, you won't be engaging with him in that frame of mind and that you will exit the situation until you feel safe and he's able to speak kindly again. Then, the next time he does it, stop him, remind him of that boundary, get up, and exit the situation. If he tries to stop you or gets upset that you have expectations of being treated with respect, I suggest ending the relationship. If he catches himself, realizes when he's getting worked up and tries to stop the behavior once he realizes how it affects you, he's probably a good one.

Cheese and rice. Got me good.

Because women aren't objects to play for and win like a prize in a claw machine. They're people who have thoughts and wants and desires and aren't interested in being treated like an object to be possessed while they're out having fun. If you walk up and you're obviously looking to find something to be romantically interested in, and they want to get to know people like people before anything romantic, you're not going to have any luck. Like a bunch of the other comments said, go find something that you enjoy doing and get to know the people there as humans. Talk about your shared interest, about your goals and wants and desires for your life outside of a romantic partner, and ask them about the same. Surprisingly, once you stop treating women like fresh meat on a savannah and actually try to get to know who they are as people, they stop being so freaked out and might actually be interested in getting to know you as a person.

At a time or total?

TLDR: be happy to be alone, truly and genuinely. then it won't matter if you find a partner, but you will be able to choose them with a clear mind if you do.

I'm basically a complete flip of you physically but I had the same problem for a loooooooooong time. I'm a tall, strong, heavy woman, and all i kept hearing was "you're beautiful, I just don't want someone taller/stronger/heavier than me". I totally get it, I didn't want to be taller/stronger/heavier than my partner either. But I'm like Fezzik- "it's not my fault I'm the biggest and the strongest, I don't even exercise". except I did do cardio to try to slim down, I'm just built to survive famine I guess. ¯⁠\⁠(⁠◉⁠‿⁠◉⁠)⁠/⁠¯

What I didn't understand was the ones who said they just wanted to be friends, because i just wasn't their type, but would happily be fuck buddies, so long as we kept it hush hush. ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ

Anyway, eventually after a bunch of very bad attempts at relationships where I took way more BS than I should have because I was just that hungry for affection, I decided I was just better off being single forever. I couldn't seem to find a decent person who was attracted to me both physically and intellectually, so I decided to just stop looking. Not just stop looking, stop wanting. I actively wanted to be single for the rest of my life, in large part because I was just tired of the pain of being lonely. Like, "Jesus titty fucking Christ, we're gonna cry ourselves to sleep because we're SOOOO sad we're alone AGAIN?! FFS, JUST STAHP!" So I stopped wanting a partner. I found I had so much more time and energy to do the things I was passionate about when I wasn't futzing with all that stuff. I became the queen of getting shit done, remodeled my house myself, landscaped my yard, built a garden, went to the gym regularly, did weight lifting till I maxed out all the leg machines at the gym, and got close to maxing some of the upper body ones too. I was happy being single. I WANTED to be single. I craved my free time, the peace i found in solitude was better by orders of magnitude than any of the toxic relationships I'd clung to in the past.

After about two and a half years of that, a long time friend/ acquaintance started coming to me for massage ( I'm a deep tissue massage therapist with a focus on injury recovery and pain relief) and we would just talk throughout the sessions. Politics, philosophy, movies, anime, music, goals, food... Just everything. Eventually, after we'd just spent two more hours talking in the car after the two hours talking in the session, he said "Sooo.... you know I'm flirting with you sometimes, right?" I turned him down. I said, more or less, "I'm happy single, I've had such a garbage time dating that I can't pretend I'm not a decent part of the problem. I value our friendship and don't want to hurt your feelings, and I'm not NOT attracted to you, I just don't want to date ever again." He was completely chill, said "no worries, no is no even if you're attracted to me too. if you ever change your mind, let me know." And he dropped it, never brought it up again.... And fuck if that wasn't the sexiest thing I've ever seen. We kept being friends and talking and spending time together, talking about goals and wants and life plans and we found that our wants and goals in life were so in line it was uncanny. Importantly, neither of us wanted to get married, neither of us wanted kids, neither of us wanted to live with a partner ever again... It seemed like I could keep my peace, my space, my autonomy, AND have a partner who cared about my mind and emotions while also finding me wildly attractive. So we talked about what dating would look like and agreed to try it. It's been 2.5 years so far and I've never been happier in a relationship. I still think if we stopped being romantically involved I'd probably prefer to go back to staying single, but I'm happy with him as a partner.

I tell you the whole story, kinda long and rambling as it is, because I don't think I could have found a happy relationship if I had continued to want one with the same frantic energy as I had previously. I don't think I would have been a person who could be as open and honest as I was with who I was if I'd still wanted a partner when we started to really get to know each other. I don't think I was a whole person when I was looking for my "other half" and I don't know if you can really find a good match if you're not a whole entire person on your own. If I could distill the idea down to it's core, I think it would be: be happy to be alone, truly and genuinely. then it won't matter if you find a partner, but you will be able to choose them with a clear mind if you do.

Like a handful of other people in the comments I never dress up or wear makeup, it's black pants and a t-shirt for me. It's usually a graphic t-shirt that is silly so if someone's like "oh cute t-shirt" sure, that's fine. But if they're talking to me specifically cute feels infantilizing. I'm a 33-Year-Old woman, I either look fine, nice, beautiful, or like a deranged raccoon holding a knife.

I have ADHD and I find I have lots of difficulties with auditory processing in high noise floor situations. Also got my hearing checked because I couldn't understand people in loud spaces. Turns out ADHD brains just don't handle processing all that noise well. If I understand it correctly it's because we need to process everything at the same level instead of some things being easy to leave on autopilot. Might not be your case but it sounded familiar so, that's my two bits.

No more garbage genetics please. EDS, pots, ADHD, probably autism (on the waiting list for testing), chronic stomach troubles, depression, anxiety, hormone imbalances, PCOS, chronic pain, inflammation, weak loose skin. All that can go fuck right off forever and die. Once my body actually worked, and looked like it wasn't cursed from the get go, I think I might actually like it. Mostly. Might like an androgynous unit for daily living and a feminine one for sexy times. Both thoroughly muscular of course. Gotta get that muscle tone. If we went for non human stuff on top of that, wings. Huge fuck off dragon wings. None of that Superman flying shit, I wanna FEEL the flight. Hell, I'd probably actually be able to enjoy doing any physical activity if my fucking body wasn't so, so breakable. Really I just wish I wasn't in so much pain.

In my case it's because often even the slightest bit of humor or attention or willingness to play along with the bit gets me way more unwanted attention than I bargained for. If I respond like a person wanting to have a little fun with another person and it gets me treated like a thing they can now win and possess, the genuine human interaction has been tainted by the implication that it wasn't genuine, there was always a motive and, because I played along, I'm now not a person to be interacted with, I'm a thing to be owned. I'd rather just not do the thing if that's one of the possible outcomes. And yeah, that's why I tend to not go out anymore.

Lost is a bit strong, it goes exploring and is politely but firmly removed by the kegal Captains.

To be fair, as a woman, my partner playing with my nipples does nothing for me either. They're just about as sensitive as fondling my tummy would be, or my outer elbow. can you imagine someone playing with your belly pudge to feel particularly arousing? I just kinda figure it's not for me. Since guys just love touching boobs so much, I just kinda let em play. They are fun to squish around I guess, like jello. I may very well be in the minority in this, it is just my personal experience. Actually, funnily enough, the inner elbow is more sensitive to me than my boobs are. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯